A poem I wrote this morning after meeting a woman, drinking tea and listening to music 🙏

A lady in Kaohsiung,
talked about Charlie Parker –
finger heard secrets….
and being in the mood.

I wanted to talk about,
doubts and disbelief –
and how a soul
selects music.

In the end, we matched
the steel stillness.
Lazy as a deep sax –
we drank old oolong tea.
And listened to ‘Bird’ sing.